Just watching them kiss aroused me. The way the shadows fall and hide their features, creating art in form. His right hand isn't visible but following it's long languid movement caressing shoulder to thigh brings a reaction from both of us.

"Shh! step back into the shadows where they can't see us, we can watch from back there". We moved back a step or two, melting into the magnolia. Hand in hand we were still strangers but New Orleans does that to people. Inhibitions go out the window, not "Girls Gone Wild" inhibitions but let loose a little, have an extra hurricane, love a beautiful stranger, wake up tomorrow and not regret it.

From our hiding place, shaded from the street light by the trees majesty and cucooned by the warmth of the night I feel like a bit player in an art noir movie. I slip my arm around your waist and pull you close, living inside you, inside the moment.

Whoever she is out there under the alley light she is beautiful, lithe and supple as a ballet dancer. She arches towards his kisses, taught as a bow string as he runs his hand down her flanks, resting and gripping her buttocks. What is she feeeling as he lifts her to her tip toes, burowing his mouth in her breasts. He lowers her, gently, and her calfs tense as she claws at his hair.

This guy is no slouch either, together they make a symphony of movement, linen and silk, flowing skirts and gaberdine. He moves like a dancer but with the shoulders of a ball player. She matches his height with flowing auburn hair, her mules show off her calfs and the blouse offers a glimpse of hidden treasures.

It seems like hours since we found these two but I know it has only been moments. I need to move again and slip around behind you resting against the tree, pulling you back into my hardness.

She gasps and I think they are caught but he has moved his hands under her skirt. Gently caressing her hips, his fingers needing her thighs,, neading her flesh. He drops to his knees and is gone, under her skirt, his head burrows upwards and she gasps again. Her shoulders hard against the wall, legs parting slightly, knees bending, opening herself to him. His hands find the cleft of her buttocks, fingers gripping and opening her, pulling her to his mouth.

She raises her skirt, still blocking our view but showing his head firmly between her parted thighs. She opens further, gripping his hair, her buttocks thrusting, gripping his head as she arches back, hair flowing. His movements become more animated, nose jerking upwards, what is she feeling? His tongue darting to her clitoris, flicking, neading, working her into a frenzy.

Nose against vulva he is working his way higher and higher she is on tip toes now, legs hard, tense, driving herself into his mouth. She gasps, shudders, gasps again, her legs turning to jelly, shaking uncontrollably, she gasps again and cries. She doesn't shout to her god but cries, something gutteral, soulfull, from her heart and she cries for him and sinks to the floor.

They embrace, kissing on bended knee, holding each other, finding strength in the contact. I am moved, visibly shaken by what I have seen, his devotion and her need grip me, cut me to the quick.

Couples emerge from their hiding places, a man appears from the shadows with a hat looking for gratuity. The couple in the alley stand, she is flushed, he is dirty from the floor but beaming, happy to have pleased so many people. The other couples who were secreted around the park look crumpled, shaken, all wondering as we are, performance art, street theater, voyeurism, who knows?

We file out with the others, go back to the handbook, walk the 6 blocks to the Rue de Champagne past the mask shop and the leather clothier to an open door and two dark stairwells, "up or down my love, front or back".

Sally and I stood in the shadows and watched the erotic scene play out in front of our very eyes. My panties were as damp as the fragrant, moist New Orleans night air and I wondered if Sally's were as well.



It had been several years since I had been to New Orleans. Time was when a group of us came down every year for Jazzfest. It was a bacchanal of music, food, and drink that let you leave the real world behind for a few brief moments yet, in a more laid back manner than the suspension of civility that Mardi Gras had become. I once had a friend of mine who was in the police reserve there tell me that during Mardi Gras you had to be committing a murder, during a rape, and drug deal for the cops to bother you during Mardi Gras, assuming they were one of the few cops not on the take.



When Sally called me about a girls trip, it came at the right time. My husband Chad and I had become more like best friends and roommates than lover's and couple, and I needed some time away to sort things out.



We had started the night out in the Piano Bar at Pat O'Brien's, Sally sipping a signiture Hurricane while I paced myself with Dixie Beer. The sing-a-long was great fun and brought back many memories of previous visits of Chad and I getting plastered on bourbon and beer and stumbling back to our room and making love until we passed out from the combination of drink and exhaustion.



The man was on his knees now, his face plastered between the woman's thighs, oblivious to the gathering of onlookers, all who kept their distance to the couple yet refused to leave.



I could here Sally's labored breathing in my ear as she stood slightly behind me. Then just as quickly as it began the couple parted and walked away. Sally and I waited a moment as another couple I had noticed watching walked past us. Sally and I fell in step behind them about a half a block back. I thought to myself. "God, I need a man." Funny I didn't think Chad.

�God, I need a man,� Melissa muttered under her breath.

�You�re not the only one, hon,� I said sympathically. �I haven�t had a non-battery powered orgasm in months.�

Melissa stared at me for a second, then giggled. �Ooops, I didn�t realize I was speaking out loud. Performance art or not , didn�t that just� DO things to you?�

I laughed and put my arm around her shoulders. �Uh, yeah, to me and my panties.�

We strolled along in the humid night air enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of the Crescent City. When we came to the light at the end of the block, I teasingly pulled her into the doorway of an upscale boutique that was closed for the night.

�I�m not a man,� I whispered, �but can I be of service in your hour of need?� I kissed her softly on the lips. We�d been best friends for years and recently discovered we were both curious about being with another woman. We�d explored a few of our fantasies but by no means all of them.

She moaned softly and pressed her soft breasts to mine. We kissed for a long while, hands stroking up and down each other�s back.

Suddenly, a loud cough interrupted our explorations.

�You folks need to move along,� a uniformed foot patrolman said. �Y�all can�t be doing that out on the street.� I looked over Melissa�s shoulder at the cop, face going red with embarrassment. He was tall, blond and broad shouldered. His partner was short, dark-haired and slighter of build.

�Sorry, officers,� Melissa turned around nonchalantly and met their eyes straight on. Their faces registered little surprise that they had rousted two women.

�Guess they�ve seen it all,� I thought.

�I was just telling my friend Sally here that I really, really need a man. She was just offering a little�sympathy,� Melissa finished, giving them a dazzling smile.

The cops exchanged a look.

�Ladies, we�d be glad to help y�all out,� the shorter one drawled.

"Let's grab a mask from the shop we passed then head on down, it always seems more fun down with the sinners".

I glanced over my shoulder and saw someone familiar, watching us, waiting for our next move. We headed for the leather clothier, browsing through the whips, handcuffs, restraints and hoods, not tonight, not yet. Next door the mask shop is empty, we stroke the silk and admire the feather masks that barely hide our identity. All types of animal and beast are represented, bears and devils, cowboys and pirates, pure evil and cute demons. I grab two masks and move to the mirror.

Two beautiful women draw my attention as they pass behind us, masks in hand they head for the changing room. The giggling and muffled whispers intrigue, I turn to stare but can only imagine what secrets the red curtain hides.

We settle on two feathered masks that hide our eyes, pay the bill then leave, my interest piqued, my imagination run wild. Who are these women? are they the girls who stared at us as we passed earlier, coincidence, maybe, fate, I hope.

The stairway opened in front of us, up or down, dark or light, safe or dangerous. My life flashed before me, so many choices, Central America, Africa, Northern Ireland. I seem to roll the dice and come out ahead but that has to end, no one keeps all the luck all the time.

Someone leaves, opening the door and slamming it behind them, keeping something in or something out. The hallway briefly illuminated, sexual grafitti covered walls, every carnal act represented. I catch the first stair with my toe and sprawl forward, straighten up, laugh uncomfortably and start the climb.

Darkness surround us, suffocating us, stopping time. I hear my heart and feel her hand. The door opens, music pumps and my chest responds. Light blinds and disorients, sweat, heat and motion confuse and slow my progress. I move to the bar and she pulls back, back through the door, into the darkness, into the void. "Too much, too many people, we need less not more" I lean against the rutting vampires on the wall. The stairway darkens again, light from the street blocked by bodies, hand in hand, arm in arm the women step into the breach. Into my world, my fantasy.

Sally gave the tall cop the a key to our condo at Hotel De La Vie and promised to meet them there after their shift ended at Midnight. That still gave us a few hours to roam.

We headed down the side street, little more than an alley if the truth were known. I saw two people emerge from the shadows and it made me catch my breath. The Quarter is known as much for muggings and crime as it is for food and drink. Drunk tourists make easy targets for those so inclined. The couple walked past us and I realized they were the couple I had noticed earlier at the park. The man raised an eyebrow at me as they passed. I think how strange it is that our paths continue to cross.

We turn down the darkened stairway and come to the door. We can here the music pounding away on the other side as I open the door and walk in.

I grab Sally's hand, "Welcome to The Dungeon" It was part bar, part rock club, part motorcycle bar, and part riot. God I loved the place. It was a must visit on every trip to the city. Sally looked a little scared of her first visit to The Dungeon as she looked around the smoke filled room.

I pulled her to the bar and the bartender came over immediately. He was a huge man, bald or shaved head, multiple earrings in each ear, nose stud, covered in Tats, and when he asked us what we wanted, his tongue had a silver stud as well.

We ordered two Dixie's and watched him walk away.

"My God, did you see that?" Sally asked in a shocked tone as her conservative raising showed through.

"We aren't in Kanas anymore are we?"

I laughed as I looked out on the dance floor. There was a guy down on all fours with a leash around his neck while another man danced behind his ass, making moves that looked like he was fucking him.

I nudged my elbow into Sally's side and pointed the two out.

"Look's like Toto is just figuring that out as well."

The bartender returned with our beers. I took a quick sip and asked Sally, " So were you drunk when you kissed me?"

Sally began to answer when Aaron Neville's "Tell It Like It Is" starting pouring through the speakers.

"I love this song," I tell Sally as I grab her hand and we head out on the dance floor. I pulled her to me and we began to sway to the music. If we were back home people would stare at two women slow dancing together but in New Orleans same sex couples don't draw a second look. I could feel our breasts mash together and smell a mixture of sweat, Chanel, and arousal coming from Sally as I
looked around the crowded room. It's easy to understand Anne Rice's writings after coming to New Orleans.

From behind me I see two arms wrap around me and feel a hard cock rub into my ass. I looked around and stared into a purple and gold fringed mask.

"Thats it I,m done, fun is fun, but I need to fuck and make my flight in six hours". She was talking but nothing registered, I was already turning away from her and was staring down the staircase. God she is beautiful, confident, erotic and quickly moving towards me. Her beauty blindsided me, or is that my date beating me bloody.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck," she slapped me again before I managed to grab her arm. "What am I fucking invisible over here, look at me not the bitch". "Blow me" I said "you can't call her that, you don't even know her". "Let's go, I need a brandy and an Advil". "Screw you, I need some ice for my eye, you crazy bitch. Go catch an earlier flight". With that I took off for the door, catching it just before it closed.

The girls had just made it to the bar, so I hung back a little and headed for the far side of the room. The dance floor was crowded and as I made my way through the bodies someone grabbed my ass. I turned around in time to see a cute guy smile as he put his hand back on his partners waist.

I love this place. I head for the far side of the bar and order a Lone Star, not too long ago Texas and Louisiana wouldn't allow each others beers in their state but happily those times are well past. I take a deep pull just as the music slows a little and the dance foor opens up.

I take another pull on my beer, finish it off, order another. The dude with the tats reminds me a little of my ex wife, except the service is better and it costs less for a beer. I could see the two girls I am following on the other side of the bar, standing too close to be just platonic friends. The more dominant of the two, the beautiful one, grabs her partners hand and draggs her onto the dance floor. I don't recognize the music but whatever it is brings the girls to life. As they move together my cock gets harder and harder and my mind begins to focus on the task at hand.

I have to have her or die trying. I take a slug of beer and head across the floor, then I remember the mask hanging from my back pocket. I flip it over my eyes and edge over behind her. I slip in close and breath in her aroma. Chanel, body heat and pure sexuality. I open my arms a little and wrap them tightly around her, bringing her ass to my penis and my chest to her spine.

Her friends' eyes open to the size of saucers and I know I was going to get the second beating of the night but then she relaxes as her friend settles in my arms and turns to me.

Comfortable in my arms she turns, stares wide eyed at me and I remember the mask, I move to take it off but she stops me. Our eyes meet then our mouthes, I didn't know kissing could be so sensual, so erotic. My lips spead hers as my tongue probes, gently at first then deeper. I run my tongue over the ridge of her teeth and nibble on her lower lip, she gently bites back and sends her tongue deep into my mouth.

My hands roam freely over her body, exploring every inch of wonder. I crush her breasts with my chest and hang on to her like she is the last life vest on the Titanic. Slipping my hand down over her perfectly formed ass I pull her tighter still, my cock throbbing as she grinds into me, sending electricity pulsing through my veins. My blood pumps faster and balls tighten, her hand now firmly on the back of my neck guiding my mouth to explore hers.

I thrust against the stranger's hard dick as we continue to kiss. He tastes of beer and he is handling me roughly which only serves to drive me onward.

Not wanting to leave Sally out I pull away from him and spin him around. I push him up against Sally and move in behind him. He acts disappointed at first and I whisper in his ear,

"Baby, if anything is going to happen tonight, you must do what I say. Kiss her."

He pulls Sally to him and they begin to kiss. I move in tightly and slip my hand in his pocket. I move it around until I feel the outline of his hard cock through the thin material. He's freeballin tonight. I grasped the hard cock and begin to slowly jerk him in time to the music.

Once again I whisper in his ear, "Unbutton her blouse."

He reaches for the top button of her blouse. Sally looks at me with alarm in her eyes.

"Let yourself go," I tell her.

She nods in agreement and soon her top three buttons are freed and I can see her large breasts straining to burst from her yellow bra, nipples clearly jutting forth through the material.

"Move in as close as you can."

He does as I ask until he and Sally are wedged together. Now as I slowly move my hand up and down the strangers cock, my knuckles brush back in forth against Sally. With just a bit of adjustment I am now masturbating both of them.

"That's right baby. Help me get her nice and juicy. If you are a good boy I may let you watch while I eat her."

Both Sally and the man can hear my words.

"I've never had another woman before but I can't wait to lick her sweet pussy. Would you like for that to happen/"

Both the man and Sally said yes. I laughed at them both. I can't believe my own actions nor how much it is turning me on.

"What happened to your little slut girl friend? She just likes to watch?

I see his eyes go wide beneath the mask as he realizes I know who he is.

"She decide plastic was better than you?"

Both his and Sally's breathing is becoming more labored. I increase the pace of my hand.

"Sally here loves to suck strange men. Bet you would love to have her lips wrapped around you right now."

With that I feel the man shudder. I squeeze his cock hard through the pockets and feel the wetness seep through the material. Just as he is finishing Sally becomes to cum and moans out in pleasure. She pushes hard against the back of my hand as her climax cascades through her loins.

As she slowly comes down I pull my wet hand from his pocket. It's covered with his cum. I place my hand between their faces.

"Lick it"

Sally's tongue slowly licks the side of my hand, shortly joined by his.

The music stops and I look around the bar. It's as though nothing has happened.

"Time to head to the condo"

�Time to head to the condo,� Melissa said casually. I look at her wide-eyed as if to ask, �take a stranger home?� She just grins. I remember the feeling of being sandwiched between her lush body and his hard muscled one and shiver. Although I�m cautious, I can�t help but want to feel that way again.

She turns on her heel, confident that we will follow. Emerging from the bar, we head toward the hotel, walking briskly in the humid night air. We�re all anxious to continue our adventure. There is another couple already in the elevator when we board. They were obviously having a romantic moment because they guiltily jump apart when the doors open. We all exit on the 14th floor and head down the same passageway. Turns out their room is next door to us. �Hope the walls aren�t too thin� Melissa observes.

She uses her key to let us in, then walks over to the entertainment center to put on some soft music and dim the lights in the small living room. Melissa is an auburn-haired beauty with a curvy figure and shapely legs showcased in come fuck me spike heeled shoes. The stranger can�t take his eyes off her. He and I drop down on the couch, not quite sure what to do.

Mel strolls over to the fridge to remove three beers, bending over a little more than absolutely necessary to provide us with a view of her shapely ass. Returning to the couch, she offers us each a chilled bottle. I take it, grateful to have something to do with my hands. We drink for a few minutes in silence, then she looks up and smiles.

�I think it�s time we get to know each other a little better,� she says, leaning over and kissing the man softly. He puts his arms around her and presses close to her body. Not wanting to be left out, I press my breasts to his back, running my hands over his shoulders and kissing his neck.

The passion just barely tapped in the bar comes to a boil quickly and soon they are kissing passionately. He is rubbing her breasts and fingering her stiff nipples. My hand has reached around into his lap and is stroking his thick hard cock.

�Mmmm�� after awhile Melissa pulls back from the kiss and gazes sensually at us. �Let�s take this where we can be a little more comfortable.�

She leads us into the bedroom. She�s on fire with pent-up sexual energy tonight and the man and I are content to follow her lead, attracted like moths to a flame.

She motions for him to lay down on the king-size bed. He starts to remove the mask but she says, �No, leave it on. Tonight�s a night for mystery.�

Melissa goes to her dresser and rummages around for a minute. When she turns, I see she has a handful what looks like silken rope.

"No. Take his clothes off before you tie him down"

I'm not sure who is more surprised by the tone of my voice, Sally or myself. We are both seeing a side of me that we did not know exists. I can't tell about Sally but I'm starting to like it.

Sally removes his clothes and secures his arms and legs to the bedposts before walking back over to me.

"Do you think he really likes being tied down?"

I look down on the bed. Behind the mask his eyes are wide with what might be fear but lower his cock is erect and leaking from the tip.

"Oh yeah, he likes it alright," I say with a laugh.

"Since he likes to watch so much, I thought we would give him what he wants."

I reach up and unbutton Sally's blouse and for the second time tonight her breasts spill into view. This time I unbutton it completely and push it from her body. I move quietly forward, reach between her breasts and unsnap the yellow bra and it joins her blouse on the floor. I gently take each of her erect nipples between my fingers and pinch them lightly. I am so close to Sally that I can feel her breathe against my face.

"So, were you drunk when you kissed me on the street?" I ask again.

"Well, ah, not really, maybe, sort of."

I pinch her nipples harder. She squirms but does not try and pull away.

"Tell me the truth"

Sally's face is flushed.

"Okay, I have always fantasized about you but didn't think you would be into other women. When you mentioned that you and Chad weren't great I thought it might be my opportunity so I invited you with me on this trip."

I lightened my touch on her nipples.

"How many women have you been with?"

"Ah, none."

"Good, me neither. I like the idea of learning together"

I move forward a mere inch or two and taste Sally's lips once again. We kiss, more and more urgently before I pull away from her and turn my back to her and face the bed.

"Unzip me."

Sally does as I ask and my dress falls away from my body. The eyes behind the mask are even wider know and his cock twitches as pre-cum runs down it's side, like ice cream melting down the side of it's cone.

I push Sally back and she sits down on the small sitting couch in front of the bed. I pull the rest of her clothes from her body and kneel down and spread her legs. I move forward and inhale the fragrance of her arousal and slowly stick my tongue out and begin to lick her wet folds. A moan escapes from Sally as I pull away and look back at the bed. Our guest is shaking...

�and his cock is standing up hard and proud. Tension radiates from his body as he watches us unblinkingly. I�m sitting on the couch with my legs spread looking down at Melissa�s head between my thighs. I don�t think I�ve ever seen a more erotic sight. She gently runs her tongue all over my aching pussy. Her soft wet tongue is driving me crazy and I can�t help but moan. Spreading my lips with one hand, she uses the other to slip a finger inside me. This makes me gasp with pleasure and thrust my hips toward her, begging her to fuck me with her hand. She uses her thumb to caress my clit, rubbing it in slow lazy circles.

�Oh god Mel,� I moan, �lick me again. I want to feel your mouth on me.� I put one hand very lightly on the back of her head to guide her in a slow rhythm. Her silky hair and feminine scent are incredibly arousing. Looking toward the bed, I see the stranger�s arms pulling against the ropes as though he�s desperate to touch himself. His cock is swaying slightly, bulging with veins and so hard it�s nearly purple. Staring straight into his eyes, I raise a hand to my round breast, caressing it first lightly, then harder as Melissa�s ministrations are driving me closer to the edge. I run my fingers over the nipple, rolling it between two fingers as she continues to explore my pussy with her warm mouth.

�Mel, I�m going to cum. Oh please don�t stop. Oh god, oh god,� I�m writhing on the couch now, hips bucking, legs shaking, desperate to reach my release. I continue pinching my nipple, pulling on it and twisting a little as she begins to flick my clit with her soft tongue. One of her hands raises up to caress my other breast. Looking down, seeing that dainty hand with its french manicure rubbing my nipple is enough to send me over the edge.

My body stiffens and my eyes drift shut as my orgasm washes over me. Panting, whimpering, my body convulses repeatedly until finally the last aftershocks fade away and I am limp. I slump sideways on the couch and rest my head against her soft cheek.

�God, Mel, that was better than I could have possibly imagined.�

She smiled and licked her lips. �Mmmmmhmmmm.� I can�t resist kissing her and the taste of my own juices on her lips almost makes me cum again.

Our attention is drawn across the room to the man on the bed. He�s squirming and twisting, trying to free himself from the silk cords. Behind the mask, his eyes are pleading for relief from the sexual torment we�ve imposed on him.

Silk and HHW,

My hat is off to you both. Very nice stuff, I can't wait till the next installment.

Chance

Chance,

Come join us.

Yeah, y'all jump on in here. Everybody's welcome.

Silk and I are having all the fun .

Wonder what happened to the new guy? Guess Silk and I are so hot we scared him off.

Sorry Freddy

" Hey, let's jump in here for a while."

"Are you crazy? Those two hot babes gave us the key to their condo. Why go into a strip club?"

"Let the bitches wait. Once they've sampled me they will be begging for more regardless of how long we make them wait."

Matt just shook his head at Gil. He could be so arrogant at times yet he was the best cop, and friend, Matt had ever known. With a audible sigh, he followed Gil into The Midnight Palace, known around the Quarter as having the hottest women, many rumored to be coeds from Tulane.

They paid the cover charge and entered to the sound of Bon Jovi blasting from the speakers. Even though they had just come in from the night, it still took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the dim bar. On stage a tall redhead was down to her thong as she gyrated around a pole, somewhat in time with the music.

"She's hot" said Matt.

"Nah. Fake tits."

"How can you tell?"

"They are the only part of her not moving."

Just then a comely looking woman walked up to them.

"Would you like a table?" before escorting them to a small table close to stage and a hallway.

"What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a rum and coke," said Matt.

"Shot of Jose Cuervo 1800 and a Bud."

She returned shortly with the drinks. "That will be $20 dollars."

Gil pulled a twenty out of his wallet and handed it to her then reached back and pulled another twenty out.

"I'd like a little company."

The waitress smiled and took the bill from Gil and the two men watched her walk away.

Within moments two pretty blondes, wearing little more than bra's and thongs walked up to the table.

"You guys want some company?"

In a harsh tone Gil responded, "Hell no. I want a private dance."

The taller of the two girls looked put off by Gil but the shorter, more busty one just grinned. " Okay, Mr. Personality, come with me."

Gil stood up and he and the girl walked down the darkened hallway. Matt watched them walk away and looked back up at the other girl.

"Sorry hon, I'm just drinking tonight."

The other dancer walks off muttering to herself, " One's an asshole and the other is a cheap bastard."

"My name is Kitten."

"Sure it is, and I'm Big Dog. Let's cut the chat and get down to business."

"Okay honey. It's $20 a dance and you can't touch me but I can touch you."

"Bullshit. Here's a $100 if you make me happy"

Despite being in the closed room she still looked around.

"You aren't a cop are you?"

"Yeah, but I'm a cop offering you $100."

Kitten hesitated for a moment before she begins to dance, quickly removing what little garments she was wearing and staddling Gil's lap. Gil reaches down and unzips his pants. Kitten feels his dick against the side of her leg.

"Hey baby, you sure feel good."

" Shut up and turn over. I told you I'm not here for the conversation."

Kitten turned and leaned over the small couch. The level of the music drowns out the sound of Gil's hand spanking her ass until it is beet red before sliding his hard cock into her now wet pussy from behind.

Gil throws another $50 down on Kitten as he leaves the room. Matt watches as he walks back to the table and says,

"Okay, let's go find those two whores."

"They aren't whores. I think they were from out of town."

"Whores, tourists, what's the difference?"

Sally and I walk over to the bed where our friend lay, the silk like ropes continuing to hold him secure. His hard dick still leaking profusely. I bend over and have a little taste as I lick the side of his erection.

"Oh God"

"Hmm, nice vintage. Have a taste Sally."

"Don't mind if I do" Sally replies with a giggle before kneeling on the bed. Instead of a little lick, Sally engulfs his entire cock in one motion. Immediately the man begins a humping motion in and out between Sally's lips.

"Now, now, not so fast. You've been just laying there. Don't you think we outta see a little thank you from you?"

"Untie these damn ropes and I will thank you until you can't walk."

"My, my, a confident little thing aren't you."

Melissa's thong is still on as she straddles the man's face.

" Sally, I think I want to kiss you some more."

Sally looks at Melissa with questioning eyes.

"Go on, climb aboard. Ride'em cowgirl"

Sally now understands and climbs on top of the man, sinking every inch of his cock deep into her wet pussy."

"Now no movement you two."

Melissa leans forward and kisses Sally. Melissa feels the man's tongue, frantic to taste her pussy, lap away at the material of her panties. Leaning over slightly Melissa captures one of Sally's nipples between her lips and sucks it into her mouth, while reaching down and forcing her hand between them and starts to rub Sally's clit.

Sally sits motionless but soon starts to moan again.

"Oh my God Melissa, keep that up and I'm going to cum again."

Melissa lets the nipple slip from her mouth. "I know you are sweet thing. And I'm betting you money that when your tasty pussy starts to clinch and squeeze this hard cock our little friend is going blow."

Melissa recaptures Sally's nipple and resumes stroking her clit.

Sally begins to moan again," Oh, oh, almost, almost..."

Melissa gently bites the nipple and puts more pressure on Sally's clit.

"Ahhh" Sally screams as her pussy spasms in climax.

The man can't see anything except Melissa's ass and thong covered pussy. The aroma and taste are driving him insane with need. Suddenly he feels the pussy wrapped around his dick come alive as Sally comes.

Try as he might to hold back he can feel the rumblings of his own orgasm begin to build in his balls. He grits his teeth to fight the urge. Sally's pussy gives his dick one more tremor.

"I'm cumming" he bellows.

Melissa pushes Sally off his dick and grabs it with her fist. Rope after rope of stringy cum shoots up in the air, landing on Sally's breasts and stomach. Melissa continues to milk him dry until no more cum is pouring from his dick.

"Wow, that sure was a gusher."

They untie the guy and he gets dressed. As he walks to the door he asks, "When can I see you again?"

Melissa opens the door for as he leaves. " Maybe next time we are in town"

"How will I know you are here. I don't know your last name or number?"

"Guess you will just have to keep looking." Melissa says as she shuts the door behind the man.

He steps off the elevator still lost in his thoughts of what just occurred and doesn't notice as the two men step around him and onto the elevator.